I’ve realized recently that a lot of people are willing to give up their dignity and self-respect for a few moments of solitude. “Oh, please, everyone! Do what you want to me! Withhold my pay. Probe me at security. Wire-Tap my phone. Just let me go back to my peaceful life, where I can wake up every day knowing that today’s going to have as much murder, theft, and rape as it did the other day!” What happened to having our metaphorical balls? What happened to our will to fight? What the fuck happened to civilized society?
I’ve found myself willing to bend over and take it from a workplace I had quit; to let them dock 11 hours of pay off of my final paycheck because they neglected to tell me how to Clock in and out until it was two days too late. I’ve realized how much bullshit that was. I’m going to bother them, every damn day, until we clear up this mess. Peace of living or not, I’m fighting for my dignity.
I don’t know what you should do if you’ve come to realize that you hate your life. I won’t tell you to write to your congressman. I won’t tell you to picket out in front of buildings. I won’t tell you to bitch about it on the internet like I am. All I know is that if you want to change something, you have to get angry. Once you start at there, then you’ll figure out who to tell, “FUCK YOU!” to; what to protest; what to slander; who to fight. But first, you need to get mad.
As a disclaimer, though:
I am not a pro-violence person. I hate violence in real life (depictions of violence are perfectly fine and I adore them). I will never support an idea to succeed through physical conflict. If violence is your way, that is your way. I will always support non-violent protests.
And that is my rant for the now.
